This is George. He is my best friend, next to Hubster and the cats. He's old, he keeps falling out of tune, and he isn't much to look at, but he's mine. He's the first piano that I ever played. It was on George that I discovered my love for playing in the first place, back in 1974.
(The room isn't nearly as Pepto-Bismolly pink as this picture makes it look.)
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